All alone,
tilted head.
God’s vines fall
around what’s said
Entrapped in rapture,
Jungian shadows
wrap my stature
as
dreamcatchers hold
concepts captured.
Safety in this
sacred space.
Aromatic,
mystic scents
Pressure though
as psychonauts
try to find some
sense.
I may find myself
Playing with the moving expense of
changing past, present and future tense
I fear however
That I’ll waste my time on the fone
with the secretary of Offense
When all I really want to do
Is be singular as the mystic tense.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
All alone,
tilted head.
God’s vines fall
around what’s said
Entrapped in rapture,
Jungian shadows
wrap my stature
as
dreamcatchers hold
concepts captured.
Safety in this
sacred space.
Aromatic,
mystic scents
Pressure though
as psychonauts
try to find some
sense.
I may find myself
Playing with the moving expense of
changing past, present and future tense
I fear however
That I’ll waste my time on the fone
with the secretary of Offense
When all I really want to do
Is be singular as the mystic tense.
